A long time ago, when I was only four years old, Aunt Maria moved in with my family. Since we only had a three bedroom house, Aunt Maria had to sleep with me. My bed wasn't very big, but we managed to fit. The only problem was that Aunt Maria had back problems that made the arrangement uncomfortable for both of us. One night dad told me I had to sleep with him and my mom for now on; I didn't think anything of it, everybody knew the sleeping arrangements were no good as they were. But later my oldest brother told me that Aunt Maria's back was not why I was taken from the room. He told me that one night as we slept, my dad walked by the room and felt something really cold in his feet; he looked down and saw icy smoke coming up from the floor. My aunt said she believed I had an energy that was causing strange things to happen in the night, and that was the real reason dad wanted me to sleep with him and mom. The next night in their bedroom I awoke to find the room was full of flames! I woke up mom, but she couldn't see it, she told me it was my imagination. I became so hysterical I eventually ended up in counseling, which led to me being taken to a witch doctor. I can't remember anything from the doctor, only that he shook an egg on top of me. My aunt moved out as a result of this. Nine years later my aunt came back to live with us. I had not forgotten our past, and was afraid to share a room with her. I moved to the living room couch. Shortly after her re-arrival, I got up to got to the restroom. Suddenly I saw smoke coming out of my bedroom where Aunt Maria slept. It brought back my childhood memories, and I realized my 'madness' had stopped after my aunt moved on. Now that she was back, I was seeing the same visions I had experienced as a four-year-old. I told my mom about it and she also made the connection that I would only act strange when my aunt was with us. She eventually took my aunt and me to a witch doctor. They started shaking the egg like before, and they were talking gibberish. I could not feel a thing, but could see the egg flying back and forth. Then Aunt Maria walked into the room. We heard screaming, and the egg cracked. There was a knot in the yolk! Things have never been the same between my family and my aunt since.